Chapter Eighty-Two: The Identity of Hu Sanqi

After the village chief finished speaking, Old Gao, with his strange temperament, finally explained, "Old Gao summoned two deities to possess his son and daughter-in-law. Their souls are those of the deities, but their bodies remain human. When they have children, won't those children bear the true lineage of the Gao family?"

"Old Gao would truly do anything for the sake of his family's legacy!" someone exclaimed.

The village chief continued, "I knew that this wasn’t something to witness, and I certainly couldn’t let the Gao family find out I’d seen it. So I held my breath, slid down from the woodpile, and hurried home without telling a soul."

The villagers listened, stunned. Someone asked, "If Old Gao invited deities, why do his family still act like foxes..."

A cup crashed to the floor, shattering. Someone’s jaw dropped, unable to close their mouth. Others stared in disbelief, frozen, while Lord Liao was so shocked by Mu Wanxi's words that his face twisted as he stared at her.

Yao Zhongzhou had been smiling, but after hearing the latter part of the story, his expression soured instantly.

The first to descend were eight American soldiers. The elevator slowly disappeared inside the wooden cabin. Whether it was the soldiers inside or those of us watching from afar, we all felt our hearts tighten with anxiety.

Yun Mo watched the wolf lunge, pushed Mrs. Chen aside to safety, then raised both hands to conjure two phantom swords and slashed down.

"Ninth Sister, are we being too cruel to Father?" Qin Wuhen couldn’t bear it. Even though Qin Yufeng was a ruthless emperor, it didn’t change the fact that he was their father.

The Lock of Reincarnation had not been broken. Though Xue’er had been sent here from the future by the Dark God’s immense power, giving her a chance to change her fate.

Lanjiang was the domain of the Shen family. The luxurious Shen family ship they sailed was lavish beyond compare; the three-story cabins rivaled the rooms of a prince's mansion on land.

Shui Mei watched the battle from his arms, fearing the tree demon might intervene, so it was best for the fight to end quickly. Yet Rong Mofeng seemed addicted to the battle, not hurried at all, so Shui Mei quietly worried for him.

His words silenced Blood Bull. It was no joke; she couldn’t afford to offend the top-ranked player. An eighty-nine-level Dragon Knight versus a sixty-nine-level Barbarian Warrior—the difference was a near-instant defeat.

Understanding the effect of the radiant light, Jiang Chen wasted no time, grabbing it and tossing it into the Heaven and Earth Sword Pouch. The nine Dragon God Pills, sensing the golden light, rushed toward it in a frenzy.

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Snow Mark and the other kings, outwardly vying for Flamekill, were actually using the rare five-hundred-year festival to secretly compete, rearranging their ranks beneath Sheng Chu Yi. When their positions were threatened by an outsider, they would instantly unite against him.

Qin Qing was increasingly puzzled by the scene. Just as she was about to speak, the corpse worm in her belly sensed danger and began to bite frantically inside her.

When she called out "Dad," Cheng Rong felt awkward. She couldn’t explain it; she had woken up in this era, forced to address a family of strangers as father, mother, elder brother, and second brother. For Cheng Rong, who had lived alone since college and suffered mild social anxiety, it was unbearably difficult.

The young priest courteously declined the bereaved family's invitation to dine, holding his Bible as he departed.

Will closed his eyes, pretending to nap, ignoring Dorag. He was still uncertain; the sudden mishap had thrown his back out.

Lu Qingye was surprised, too. Once, there had been talk of marriage, but when she was found infertile, his mother dismissed the idea. Still, the matter wasn’t good for Cheng Yurou, and he felt a bit guilty—meeting again was awkward.

Qin Guihua's face showed embarrassment. She was about to scold Peach when she saw Zhong Xiwang hand another piece to Peach.

Lou Xi missed a certain man so much that she suffered her first insomnia, eventually dressing, avoiding the cameras, leaping out the window, and climbing onto the highest rooftop.

"I know, I’ve been ready for a long time. It’s all washed and dried in the sun several times!" Grandma Zheng hurried forward to help Zheng Xinghua fasten his buttons and zip his coat.

There was even a selfie from Dongfang Chen, holding his company lunch: three dishes and soup. The man winked at the camera, his skin clean and fair, like a big boy showing off.

Xia Zimo was skeptical, but since her grandmother was old and sick, it could be true. She hesitated.

After some time apart, the couple were surprised to find the shadow of the altar master had grown much darker, making him seem more lifelike.

"Hello, Manager Guo, a gentleman named Li Youqian is looking for you. He says he’s from Happiness Village." Once the call connected, the lobby manager quickly informed Guo Baogang, the manager of Four Seas Restaurant, about Li Youqian.

He had already made up his mind, and only now did he truly understand the situation. Some things didn’t need to be considered further, because the problem had already arisen.

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Li Youqian squinted as he observed, trying to determine from minute details whether this was a ruse by the Chu father and son, but no matter how he looked, Chu Tianhe seemed utterly genuine.

The sky grew darker. Everything in the room shifted from hazy to somber, until all was swallowed by darkness. Luo Qi’s anxious heart gradually cooled, turning into fatigue.

Just then, a voice called out from not far away, "The Empress Dowager has arrived—" It sounded both like a warning and an announcement, immediately startling everyone present.

He sank into the brown leather sofa, legs elegantly crossed, calmly flipping through the day’s newspaper. On the glass tea table beside him sat a cup of tea. His features were chiseled as if carved, his tousled hair seductive in the scented haze, flickering between light and shadow like a celebrity poster—impossibly eye-catching.

From a high vantage point, the plain below was visible; countless people moved like ants. The wild grass beyond the plain had been cleared, and the foundations were being solidly laid.

Among the Hundred Birds, every member lived up to their name—experts in hidden weapons and agility. But not all were just that; many possessed unique skills and talents. Their methods were mysterious, relying on stealth and assassination rather than brute force, which they neither excelled at nor preferred.

"Right now, gather everyone from each company who can be organized, and have them guard my office. No one is to enter, and Jia Jun must not leave, not even a step. But try to keep the conflict under control. Can you do that?" Kalle stared at Hard and Large.

Everyone envied Lin Jianqiu. They could see Judge Shi’s fondness for him, and the murderous intent in the eyes of Yunda’s leader had to be hidden and subdued.

Now, as his own descendants repeated the same question over and over, Kalle no longer knew how to answer.

Clearly, at that moment, she herself didn’t know what she was hoping for. Perhaps she still hoped he might return, and the room would once again be filled with his presence.

Ye Bingyue’s former suitors had all been made miserable by Tang Bao’er’s tricks, eventually giving up in defeat.

Thinking of the business tycoon sitting in his high-end, comfortable office, solemnly holding a pack of spicy snacks and eating them with delight.

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